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[ Hei almost drawls, No, I'll just switch off my interest in her. But that would sound snarky and belligerent, and his mood is neither of those things. Instead he smoothes the hair off her warm forehead. Leans in, and kisses the tip of her nose. Back at the beginning, when the Gate's appearance was just a curl of cold dread rattling the world, when the Syndicate had just swooped in and snatched him and Pai up, he'd never imagined they'd be alive, ten years later. It was such an impossibility he'd discarded even fantasies about it -- kept himself, where she was concerned, strictly in the moment. Pretty easy, since a soldier never did himself favors by thinking too far ahead. ]

[ He mulls her question over now. But at the same time, he just enjoys her, for a little while -- this miraculous girl who's dissipated into stardust, back home, dissolving bits of him with her. ]

[ Eventually, honestly, ]

There's things I can't have at home. Not anymore.[ Pai. Yin. A semblance of security. Of being able to take a breath, to stop fighting, stop moving. To risk an attachment to an outsider. ] Here, I can. And I find that I like it. Korra's part of that.

[ He's been alone so long, left with no-one but Yin, that he's learned to conceive of himself that way. But millimeter by millimeter, that conception is beginning to include someone else. Sometimes the idea scares him, and feels like a burden. Other times it seems like a life raft, or at least like ballast. Either way, it is real, and deepening. ]